#darthlegacy

the way he had requested understanding had not been in the least bit bitter; in fact, his voice had been gentle. but that did not reflect the true feelings of what was going on inside of him. his legacy was this; darkness. and that betrayal to everything he had stood for his entire life was something that caused anger to swell up inside of him. anger, and resentment. 

@darthlegacy​ /  “Don’t be so certain.”

      "Stop,” there is no halting the command from sliding across her lips. He’s hurt. Bad. One wrong move and he might not make it long enough to even reach for his saber. It might’ve killed anyone else. “Just... Stop. Do not move again.” Fox was on her hands and knees in an instant, peering close at the piece of shrapnel to get an idea at how deep within him it cut. Sparks, smoke, and the moans of others filled the collapsed space. Panic could set in soon, but she was calm. Hands quickly releasing themselves of gloves to touch at the punctured skin gently. Not waiting for permission, not caring about rank or status. He was another injured, living, breathing thing. He would be saved. 

@darthlegacy​ inquired: “how exactly did you manage to give yourself a black eye?” 

hurt sentence starters | accepting 

      Chin held slightly higher than normal, hands aching to ball into defensive fists at her sides, Fox willed herself to bite back her own shame. “Training accident,” it wasn’t full lie. The fact that she had to lie at all twisted her stomach into turbulent knots, but she doubted anyone would have approved of the training she was doing. Not with others aboard the craft, but down a nearly always abandoned access hall. Using a discarded mop handle to hit walls and pipes, anything that could pose an imaginary threat. Fluid, mostly defensive, movements were one thing but allowing her hand to grow too lax as she swung the metal stick down on particularly thick pipe was another. The rod flew back from her fingers, right toward her face. 

THE CONCEPT IS SO FOREIGN to her that she takes a minute to register what Ben’s just disclosed before slapping a hand over her mouth. “Oh no, are you — really?” To sleep alone is one thing, but ever since the return from Exegol? She’d rather not. Too many chances to slip into nightmares, have second thoughts. Having Ben nearby calms those qualms, but it appears her time running the night alone has made her less than ideal to sleep beside.

                                “What was it that I said?”

@darthlegacy || meme || accepting!

“looks like droids. i didn’t know the wars reached out this far. be alert. they could still be here.” so much for anakin’s plan to find a SAFE environment to work out why and HOW kylo was here - in his time. unhinging his saber, he took steps forward; his attention turning to the messy, ransacked temple. he hoped it was droids. if it wasn’t, his next best guess would be a sith. and he had enough sith problems to deal with.